Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.